Jane Finds Herself
Copyright© 2025 by ghostwritten
Chapter 30
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 30 - While trapped on a family camping trip, Jane has an unusual run-in with a man at the washrooms. Fighting her fears and anxieties, Jane continues to meet with him each night and even befriends his daughter Riley... who looks remarkably like her.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft ft/ft Consensual Heterosexual Incest Spanking Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Small Breasts
When I finally walked home after work, the lights in the living room were off; both my parents had already gone to bed. I don’t really know why, but as I walked home, I felt more and more tired. Maybe it was from all the long nights staying up, or maybe it was just the adrenaline wearing off from finally playing with Crystal. Either way, all I wanted to do was go to bed. I grabbed a quick drink from the fridge, went to the washroom, and got ready for bed.
I went to my room and stripped off my work clothes. The scent of Crystal’s perfume and the odor of her sex still clung to my skin. It made me thankful my parents had gone to bed already because I was certain someone would notice, and that would likely lead to another awkward conversation with my mother that I really wanted to avoid. Sure, it was nice she actually supported me no matter what, better than my Dad currently, but I didn’t need another lecture or, worse, more stories of my Mom’s previous sex life. I appreciate what she is trying to do, but this whole thing was just so new for me that I’m still trying to get my feet back under myself. I only truly feel comfortable telling Riley everything and ... my mind clicked at that moment on something. Would I tell Riley about what happened with Crystal tonight?
While I brushed my teeth, I debated that point with myself. Riley and I had always been honest with each other, no matter what. I didn’t feel like it would be right to taint that aspect of our relationship now. On the other hand, she seemed to get jealous at the thought of me with another girl, or maybe that was just with Val? I wasn’t sure. I think I’d have to sleep on it and make the decision next time I talk to her. I was leaning more towards telling her, as it seemed to be the right thing to do.
I returned to my room and shut the door, stripping off the last few pieces of clothing I had on before climbing into bed. I flicked off my bedside light and lay in the dark of my room thinking about everything that happened today. I realized I hadn’t texted Brian, but it was late now, so I’d do that tomorrow. Maybe I could send him a sexy picture or something as an apology. Nothing too scandalous, but enough to get him excited. My head rested against the pillow, I smiled to myself, thinking about how I’d actually be someone’s first ... I’d have to try to make it special.
I’d also have to call both Becca and Val tomorrow, as they both seemed to want something from me. I had to admit, it was nice getting closer to my longtime friends again and the fact that Becca was now starting to believe me about what I’ve been doing the past few months did feel good, but then how much should I actually tell her? Like, do I tell her about Curtis? Or Brad? Or worse ... Tucker? Maybe I could just give her a few stories but not too many details.
My eyes grew heavy under the weight of the darkness surrounding me. I was surprisingly so wiped out from work that I didn’t even have the energy to play with myself before going to sleep. I wanted to, of course, but the energy just wasn’t there. My last thoughts before I drifted off were imaginative thoughts of Crystal’s sex videos. When she first mentioned that she’d done certain things for money, I assumed photos and maybe some solo or with the one guy, but the way she was talking, it was clear that there was a lot going on in them than I originally thought. The mystery and intrigue of what they could be was tantalizing. Would I get to see her in a similar situation to what I’d done with Brad and Tucker? I’d never seen a sex video with someone I actually knew, so it would be interesting to watch if I could find it somewhere. My last thought I could remember was imagining Crystal between two men ... then sleep took hold.
I woke up early the next morning to the sound of my parents moving around getting ready for work. I thought about staying in bed until they were gone, but reluctantly decided to get up. I stood up and stretched, hands over my head while pushing my chest out. It felt good, my body still slightly sore from work yesterday. I guess I’ll have to get used to that.
Still naked, I pulled open the curtains and was greeted by the warm sunlight on my sensitive flesh. It felt good, and a little part of me wondered what it would be like to be at a nudist resort or something for a few days. I chuckled at the thought, knowing it was something I’d never do, but the idea was interesting. Maybe I could convince Riley to have some ‘naked days’ in our future apartment.
That thought, along with the Sun warming me up, I threw on a light shirt and some shorts so I would be decent around my parents. I was debating going out for a run this morning, so I didn’t want to commit to getting properly dressed yet. I didn’t even bother putting on underwear.
“You got in late last night,” Mom said, holding her typical cup of morning coffee in one hand and her phone in the other.
“Work was really busy yesterday. Took a while to clean up afterward.” It wasn’t a lie, but not quite the truth either.
Dad stood up, having been sitting on the couch in the living room. He walked into the kitchen and poured himself another cup of coffee, only briefly looking at me.
“I couldn’t imagine it was that busy,” he said dismissively. It made me feel sad. I missed my fun, friendly Dad, who I’d run and laugh with. I really screwed things up.
“Chris!” said Mom in an angry tone. I’d really screwed things up for them, too. I jumped in before a new argument could break out.
“I sold over $4000 myself yesterday,” I said quickly, uncertain if that would allay the brewing storm. It seemed to.
“Wow, really?” Mom said, her face a mix of shock and awe.
“ ... that’s ... really impressive...” said Dad, finally looking at me fully for the first time that morning.
“Crystal was really happy with me,” I added with pride, puffing out my chest a bit, forgetting I wasn’t wearing a bra. Dad’s eyes briefly looked down at my breasts before catching himself and looking away.
I wasn’t sure if Mom noticed, but she continued on with the conversation. “That’s gotta give you some decent commission.”
“Probably. I get my first paycheck next week, so we’ll see.”
“We should celebrate when you do, right, Chris?” Mom asked, looking at Dad expectantly. I think she was trying to ease the tension between us. His response was encouraging. “Yeah, you know you’re right. We should celebrate. It’s a big thing to get your first paycheck. We can go out for dinner next weekend - your treat!”
He smiled at me, clearly joking, and just for that one fleeting moment, it felt like it used to. No awkwardness or repressed anger, or whatever it was he had been feeling since that fateful night I tried to sleep with him. I wished there was a way to put the genie back in that bottle.
“Thanks, Dad, that would be great,” I said happily, then I decided to push my luck. “I’m going to go for a run soon. Would you like to come with?” I asked, desperately hoping he’d say yes.
“Not today, Jane. Sorry,” replied Dad. The warmth in his face faded away.
“Why not?” Mom asked. “You were saying the other day that you miss going for runs.”
“I’ve got to go to work, Janet,” said Dad dismissively, adding, “I don’t want to talk about it again.”
Mom looked annoyed, like she was going to say something, but I jumped in again to diffuse the situation I created.
“That’s ok, you don’t have to. I just thought I’d ask. I’m going to change and stretch now.” With that, I walked out of the kitchen and back into my room, shutting the door behind me. I leaned my back up against the door, breathing hard. I should have just taken the little win I’d been given instead of going for more. When was I ever going to learn?
While I put on my running gear, I could faintly hear my parents arguing in the kitchen. It wasn’t a loud one, like they’d recently been having, but it wasn’t a friendly chat either. I thought about pressing my ear to the door to hear better, but the truth was I didn’t want to know. They were obviously fighting about me again. I’d guess Mom was trying to get my Dad to relax around me, while Dad continued to stick to his guns and be afraid or nervous around me. Part of me wished I knew why Dad was so uptight and volatile about the subject of sex with me. He seemed to have enjoyed looking at me all those times before. Then there was the knowledge about their wild days in college and open relationship, at least according to Mom. It was the reason he screwed Riley in the living room, and he didn’t have any problems then. If he’d just said, ‘no thank you’, I doubt we’d be in this situation now.
The voices eventually settled as I finished my stretches. I tucked my phone into my armband, put in my earbuds, and left the safety of my room once more. After putting my shoes on at the front door, I said goodbye to both of my parents, knowing they’d likely be gone when I got back, then headed out the door. At least it was a good day for a run.
I returned home almost an hour later, my body hot and dripping in sweat. It had been a good run. I made a solid time, still seeing minor improvements all the time. I wasn’t trying to compete with anyone, of course, just myself. It was something nice to work on with each run, hoping to get just a little bit better each time.
When I climbed the stairs, I was reminded that I needed to check on Mrs. Beauchamp’s cats at some point today. She’d left to visit her family and had asked me to keep an eye on them, which I was always happy to do. It also gave me a free apartment to hang out in and an excuse to use it, which I planned to take full advantage of this weekend with Brian.
My parents had left for work when I got inside our unit. Feeling alone and free, I stripped my sweaty running clothes off in the living room just for fun. The cool climate-controlled air felt good on my sweaty body as I thirstily drank some water from the fridge. I tossed my wet clothes in the hamper and then wandered into the washroom to shower.
I took my time, taking an extra long shower, enjoying the water spraying down on me. It was relaxing and always felt good after a run. What also felt good were my fingers strolling over my sensitive areas, teasing, and playing with all the places I enjoy. I let two fingers slip down between my legs, rubbing my clit a few times before sliding into my pussy. I bent over, my legs apart, as I tingled from penetrating myself. The tiredness from last night gone, I felt the full force of my seemingly unending arousal return. My mind tried to think of someone, anyone, in particular who I wished was inside me, but it was like a spinning wheel of faces in my head. I couldn’t seem to settle on anyone.
Normally I’d think of Riley, but in that moment, I wanted to think of a man’s cock fucking me. I don’t know why, I usually got off with either men or women, so far just Riley, but still. I wanted a cock in me and I’d have taken anyone, even that pervert Tucker. I thought back to that night with Brad and Tucker taking turns fucking me, cumming in me, then using my mouth to keep hard till they swapped places. I don’t know why, but I wanted that again.
Worst still, I wanted to know what it felt like to have a cock in my pussy and ass at the same time. I hadn’t gotten to experience that yet and it intrigued me. Brad told me Tucker had wanted to do that the next time we all got together, but with the way he behaved, I never let that happen. It was degrading and gross ... and hot and sexy ... and filthy and nasty ... but oh so fucking amazing.
My free hand, that had been absentmindedly massaging my breasts, took a detour down my sides and over my ass. My right hand continued to thrust into my front, but my left hand traveled to the back, teasing and pressing against my backdoor. What would it feel like? I asked myself, as I applied pressure with my index finger, and slipped it in, up to the second knuckle.
“Oooohhh...” I moaned, enjoying the multitude of pleasures coursing through my body. I pushed my index finger deeper into my butthole while the two other fingers in my pussy thumped faster. I liked it. It was interesting to feel different pleasure points active at the same time. I pulled my index finger out slightly and pressed my middle finger against the tight ring next to its compatriot. The muscle stretched, and my second finger joined the first. Two fingers weren’t as big as a cock, but it still felt full back there as I groaned and fell to my knees in the porcelain tub.
“Ah fuck!” I groaned lewdly, as both sets of fingers plunged into each of my orifices. My mouth hung open, air barely filling my lungs before it was expelled in short, rapid breaths. I was getting close. The only thing that could make this better was if it was real. If it was two cocks pounding me, using me for their primal urges. I’d want to feel the hot, thick spray of their semen bursting forth inside each of my holes or pulling out and squirting all over my face. I remembered the massive amount of cum that Tucker released in and on me that night. I don’t know how he did it.
My mind swirled in ecstasy as visions of Brad and Tucker fucking me filled my head, pushing me over the edge into a withering mass on the shower floor. I howled like a dog in heat, stuffing both sets of fingers deep into their respective holes wishing they were releasing their thick white seed inside of me at the same time.
My head pressed down into the tub, my hair spread out into the flow of water going down the drain. I stayed in that position, my holes still filled and breathing heavily, for several minutes. If anyone walked in on me, there would be no doubt about what I was doing, especially with my ass lifted in the air and fingers shoved inside. But I wanted to enjoy it for as long as possible, this dream of debauchery and submission to two older men. Yet clarity comes as the mind returns from the devilish places where wantonness lies. I extracted my fingers and chastised myself for wanting something so nasty with someone I found particularly grotesque.
I stood up and turned off the water, grabbing a towel to dry myself off. I chastised myself for even entertaining the thought of Tucker touching me again. I liked and mostly trusted Brad, even though he was the one that brought Tucker into my life. I did enjoy it, or parts of it, so he got that right. It was just ... I felt so cheap the way Tucker treated me, and worst still, a little part of me liked it, or at least felt like I deserved it. That was the scariest part, and something I was desperately trying to avoid dealing with again. Things were already twisted and confusing in my life without dealing with that again. Yet I couldn’t shake him telling me I wouldn’t be happy till I admitted I was a slut and accepted it. I couldn’t help thinking he was right, in some respects.
I toweled off and thought back over the past few weeks. I ruined things with Ross trying to trick him and then there was the whole thing with my Dad. I’ve been horny as hell lately and kept getting drawn back to my pictures from that night with Tucker. Hell, now I was screwing my new boss at my first ever job within a couple of weeks of starting. Was I truly doomed to a life of meaningless sex and possible exploitation due to my submissive nature? Could anyone actually love me for me, for what I am?
I thought of Riley, my lone spot of light in my darkening psyche. I know she loved me for me. I told her everything I’d done, and she accepted it without judgement. I loved her, too, but I wasn’t sure in what way. Was it as a friend? No, it was much stronger than that. A girlfriend? Maybe, but we weren’t really in it ‘in that way’. I wasn’t too sure, but I knew I wanted her in my life as much as possible and as honestly as possible. I knew at that moment I would tell her about Crystal and anything else no matter what.
Now freshly showered and with the whole day free, as far as I knew, I decided to start the long string of calls I needed to make to everyone I seemed to know. Becca, Val, Brian, and if I had a chance, Riley too. I decided to start with Brian first, since I didn’t message him last night.
J – Hey Brian, it’s Jane. Sorry I didn’t text you last night, tired after working.
B – Hi Jane, it’s ok. No problem. I’m at work right now so I can’t chat too much.
J – Ok, are you available tomorrow at 2:00? I promise you’ll have fun.
B – Yeah, that works if you’re sure you still want to do this...
J – Very sure. You’re my knight in shining armor, and you deserve a reward.
B – If you’re sure. Tell me where to meet you.
I sent him my address as well as a little something to get him excited. It was one of the pictures I’d taken the day before when I was all dressed up for work. I still had them saved, since I’d sent them to Riley, so I picked one of the sexiest ones to send. It was a picture of me from behind, slightly bent over, my skirt riding up just enough that the edge of my panties were visible. In the mirror’s reflection, you could see me smiling with my nipples poking out through the thin tight top.
B – OMG! You’re more beautiful than Kaori Miyazono
J – Thanks
(I had no idea who or what that was, but I hoped it was a good thing)
B – Gotta go. Just got in trouble for being on my phone, but it was worth it. See you tomorrow
J – See you 😉
I thought that it went well and he seemed excited. In truth, I was excited too. Not only would I get to be his first, I couldn’t help but remember the size of his cock when I was with him at his old apartment. It wasn’t long, in fact it was the shortest cock I’d seen in my young life so far, but what it lacked in length it made up for with girth. That thing looked like an overplump sausage, and I could barely get my mouth around it when I gave him a blowjob. A smile crept across my face thinking how it would feel stretching me out when he plunged it inside me.
Would it hurt the first time it sank inside me, I wondered? Would it feel like I’d expected my first time to be? A sharp pain but replaced by pleasure? In reality, my first time with Curtis, pressed up against that filthy toilet door, I didn’t feel a second of pain, it was only pleasure. Maybe my cherry had been weakened or broken some other way, but I felt a little cheated not to experience that brief sensation from the transition from girl to woman. Val said her first time felt like a sharp pinch, then throbbing a little, before finally disappearing. The pain actually lasted longer than the guy she did it with, Aaron, who was also a virgin and on the school soccer team.
Becca on the other hand said she didn’t notice a thing, much like me. Her first time was with a boy she met at summer camp when she was fifteen. I don’t remember what his name was, but they did it in the dock house by the lake after lights out. He apparently said he was going to pull out when he got close but didn’t, instead cumming inside her, much to her horror. Luckily, she didn’t get pregnant and went on birth control as soon as she got home.
I called Val next, slightly worried about what she might want to talk about. I figured it was about her boyfriend and what she should do with the new sexy outfit she bought, but I couldn’t be sure. I was still a little unsure about her intentions of late, with my recent dream not helping matters. I dialed her number and didn’t have to wait long for her to pick up.
“Hey Jane! How’s it going?”
“Hey Val, tired and sore from work yesterday. You wanted to chat?”
“Yeah, but do you want to come over? Easier to talk in person, you know.”
I hesitated a bit, my concern growing. It wasn’t that I didn’t like my friend, it was just she’d been acting differently ever since our drunken kiss. After everything that happened with my Dad, I didn’t want to damage another relationship.
“I-I’m not sure, I still need to talk to Becca and...”
Val interrupted me, “Oh, she’s already here.”
Becca’s voice burst through the phone, “Get over here, bitch! Don’t make me think less of you again.” She then laughed as the phone was likely pulled away from her.
“See! All good. It’ll be fun; unless you have a date or something. Seriously though, I need advice from both of you.” Val sounded desperate, so my soft bleeding heart relented.
“Fine, ok. Be there soon,” I replied, a little happier that it wouldn’t be just the two of us.
“Great! See you!” Val said happily before the call disconnected. I guess I’ll have to talk to Riley later. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this popular.
About an hour later, I was at Val’s door. I was greeted by my two friends giggling about something before I was pulled inside.
“Get in here, Jane,” Becca said with her usual bluster, grabbing my wrist and leading me towards the couch.
“What’s so important that I had to come all the way down here?” I asked as my ass hit the expensive but comfortable couch.
Val put her hand to her chest in mock indignation. “What, you don’t like hanging out with your two besties anymore?”
“Now I know something’s going on,” I retorted, looking back and forth between the pair of them.
“Says the girl that’s been keeping secrets all this time,” Becca replied, nudging closer to me.
“What do you mean?”
“You suddenly become this super sexed up, lingerie selling hottie with a twin friend and you don’t even give us a heads up about it?” said Becca indignantly.
“What she means to say is we’re curious about how you ... well, became this.” Val waved her hand gesturing to all of me.
I turned to Becca, “So, you believe me now? What changed?”
Becca shifted uncomfortably on the couch. Her short skirt raised up her thighs a couple of inches and I had a hard time not glancing down.
“Don’t think I didn’t catch that,” said Becca with a knowing grin. “It’s like you’re a different person now.”
I realized she’d just deflected my question, so I ignored her and asked again. “Why do you suddenly believe me?”
“Well, Val told me you worked at Hidden Miss and you did. So it made sense that you weren’t lying about the other things.”
I turned and looked at Val, “Uh huh ... and?” I think I already knew the answer as Val’s olive skin turned a shade of pink. Val told her about the picture I showed her.
“It wasn’t ... I didn’t mean to, honest,” Val stammered embarrassingly.
I pursed my lips, glaring at Val. “I trusted you.”
“I’m sorry, it just slipped out.”
“Hrrrrrrrmmmmm,” I growled but knew there was nothing I could do about it. “Alright. What do you want to know?” I grumbled.
Becca smiled, “Everything. We’re friends, Jane. We share everything, remember?”
“I feel like there should be some things that stay personal though, don’t you think?”
“No, not from us. Jane, you and Val were the first I ran to when I got back from summer camp after my first time. You’ve known every detail about every guy I’ve been with, and Val did the same,” Becca argued. I couldn’t help but feel beaten by her logic.